Tragedy, my local Cafe closes! Its not the end of the world and worse things could happen, but still its just another reminder of how Londoners just let go of its history. The food there hardly made it a culinary hot spot but eating in Georges Cafe was like stepping back into the late 70's,'' 2 rashers,2 sausages, 2 eggs, black pudding, beans, bubble and 2 fried slices, oh and a mug of rosey lee, please George!'', heart fm on the radio, half filled plastic bottles of watered down red and brown sauce in the middle of the table,builders taking out loud about Chelsea's latest signing, reading the morning papers on a well earned day off just doesn't feel the same in Starbucks! Tragic.
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